World Reunion Tour

Have you ever noticed how some bands get together every decade or so, usually when the lead singer is broke or sober, and put on some grandiose tour around the nation. They hit all the old haunts, have a good time, and then disappear again into old age or obscurity. Well, Rachel and I had a reunion tour, of sorts, in the past few weeks. We hit our old hometowns of St. Louis, Chicago and San Antonio over two weeks, meeting up with friends and family and having a great time. Usually the bands will put out some sort of live album to commemorate their tour. However, I only know how to play the clarinet and Rachel sings like Peter Brady going through puberty, so our album would not sell. Instead, Rachel and I decided to make a photo slideshow of the trip (with captions to help explain).

Rachel and I took Red and Lellow to their first baseball

game on Opening Day in St. Louis. It was a beautiful day for

a game, 26 degrees in the wind and humid. The twins

thought they would like the Cards based on their womb

names, but the Cardinals blew a late lead, and Red

and Lellow decided they would rather be Cubs fans.

Rachel, her sister Chris and I made the Italian favorite

Gnocchi. It consists of potato mush, flour, and probably

some other stuff Chris added while I was goofing off.

The food was served at Rachel's Great Aunt Irma's wake.

Irma, you were loved greatly and you will be missed.

One of our favorite parts of the trip was getting

to know our friends Jenna and Karl's daughter

Layna's alter ego, "Super Naked Baby." Her super

power is making clothes disappear and pajamas

appear. It usually happens right around bedtime.

Rachel and I got to tour Chris and Bob's new bar and

grill, Hessler's. It was awesome and the food was great.

So, if you happen to be in South County St. Louis,

you should go to Hessler's and drink a beer with Bob.

This is a picture of me listening to my grandfather/ namesake.

He was probably telling me a story about how the twins

will be Cubs fans.

Here is Mike and Rachel relaxing at Grandpa's house.

I'm not sure if it is a lighting trick, but I can almost see

Rachel's pregnancy glow in this shot. It looks like a blue

halo. Oh, nevermind, I think that is one of those toilet donuts.

This is us with the Klug family at our Godson Kaileb's

baptism. He is the good lookin' bald one in the middle

front. You may not be able to tell from there, but he

had the coolest white suit I have ever seen. I wish I

could have worn one just like it to prom.

Here we are with the Finck family the next day,

Easter Sunday. You will notice that Blue, the cat, is

in the picture while Mom Finck is conspicuously missing.

I posted this one because the picture Blue took with Mom

Finck in it didn't come out too well.

While we were gone, we got a call that Tyson had fleas. He

was suffering from itching and red swollen bites, and not

rocking out on awesome bass guitar riffs, so I deduced that it

was probably the flea on the left. Big thanks to Pat and Kat

for taking care of our sick dog while we toured the US.

We went with our friends Pickle and Jill to the Alamo. Well,

actually we went to the Alamo Cafe. But, just like the

Alamo it had no basement. Also just like the Alamo

they had terrific pancakes. Oh, nevermind, apparently

The Alamo is not remembered for pancakes.

Here is Rachel enjoying the first Non-Alcoholic beer of her

life. She told me it tasted just like the real thing, but I

tried it... it tasted like someone had spilled an almost empty

beer into a glass of river water. Barf!

The reason we went to San Antonio in the first place in fact

was not to eat Alamo pancakes, but to attend our friends Mike

and Maria's wedding. Rachel and I actually set Mike and Maria

up about five years ago. Look at 'em now, eh!

Finally, after the wedding Rachel and I settled down for

some good old fashioned wedding reception crashing. You may not

notice, but I found a neon pink sombrero in the hallway

at the reception hall. I decided to try to pose like one

of those old Mexican portraits from the 1800s too. Yep,

crazy as it sounds, Rachel still thinks I am adult enough to be a dad.